Since it was a new residential complex, Liu Zheng needed to leave plenty of time, so he arranged to meet Yaksha at the entrance to the Old District.
After the hearse drove into an alley, the shadows in the corners of the walls wriggled and swelled before receding like a tide, revealing Yaksha within.
Compared to her previous half-dead state from overcasting spells, Yaksha now looked radiant, and even her pale skin had gained a hint of color.
Who knew what benefits she had received after returning to the Dark Elves' stronghold.
"Where is it?"
After getting into the car, Yaksha asked.
"Here."
Liu Zheng handed her the perfume bottle.
Yaksha accepted it but did not open it immediately, instead setting it aside.
Then, she took out her staff and began chanting.
After a lengthy incantation, she crouched down and reached her hand into her own shadow.
When Yaksha pulled out her arm, she was holding a pitch-black crow.
The crow's eyes were neither black nor red, but a gray close to white, making them especially unsettling.
Only then did Yaksha open the perfume bottle, pry open the bird's beak, and pour the blood into its mouth, forcing it to swallow every drop.
"Caw!"
As the crow let out a harsh cry, the phantom of a Black Swan appeared in its eyes.
"Go back."
After finishing all this, Yaksha stuffed the crow back into the shadows.
"The ritual is complete?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"It is complete. The fates of the blood's owner and the person who exchanged fates with it will both become lost in the Shadow Realm. Unless they are equally proficient in the Shadow Method, they will be unable to foresee their own fates or sense danger."
Yaksha replied.
"How long will the effect last?"
"Until that Shadow